One of those Samsa kiosks you may find at Tallinn railway station, but beware! The area of the railway station looks poor and shabby, it has the smell of a cheap food market, railway lubricants and god-knows-what-else. The walls around are covered with primitive tags, old posters and pigeons’ stools. Groups of hopeless alcoholics drink cheap eau de cologne, bums sleep on the benches, dodgy junkies look around for some easy money and old people spread brochures and words of new Christian religious movements. It’s a Tallinn bottom and the entourage is specific.
The place is dominated by a passengers’ pavilion faced with local dolomite and original arched windows from ’70s. Right in front of it, in a green kiosk, Russian women prepare national Uzbek pies and cakes. I don’t know how Uzbek they are, but these slightly warmed up pies taste surprisingly good. They taste even better at night as it’s a quick and fair food for starving night wanderers and raiders.